Pup of coffee.

A few weeks into the new puppy and I am about ready to die. Think of me fondly.

"The dogs will be pals! They can keep each other company so they won't bother you while you're working!"

Maybe that will happen one day, but that day will not come soon. Nor does it appear to be anywhere on the horizon.

Nipper is always getting up in Tralfaz's face, and vice versa. When one has something, the other must have it now. When you're keeping on eye on one, the other one declares Misbehavior Time! Raising two dogs, to this point, is not twice as challenging as raising one; it is ten times as challenging.

It's like having a baby and a toddler, if the baby chews everyone and runs like the wind, and the toddler is more than a hundred pounds of muscle.

Nipper is not on suicide watch anymore for going after sharp objects and electrical wiring. I, however, am probably on some kind of watch because of delusions caused by lack of sleep. If you out there in Internet land are dealing with a new baby who is still feeding in the dead of night, you have my sympathy. Unlike baby's night feedings, Nipper's nocturnal P-missions won't last too long. On the other hand, babies have one advantage over dogs when it comes to the coffee you have to drink to keep going because they kept you awake:

Yeah, not really.

As I noted the other day, Nipper is a sweetheart and will be a really great dog. Tralfaz was a pain in the ass (sometimes still is) but came along just fine. We just have to keep working with him and remember: Patience always.

Of course, it's hard to be patient when you're all jacked up on caffeine, but that's another story.